Finally Moved
"While the argument was going on, Captain Teruzo Ando and 150 men were bursting into the official residence of Grand Chamberlain Kantaro Suzuki, who, like Viscount Saito, had so enjoyed the private showing of Naughty Marietta a few hours earlier. The elderly admiral, wakened by a maid, rushed to a storage room for a sword. He couldn't find it. Hearing footsteps in the corridor, he stepped into the next room -- it would been a disgrace to die in a closet. In moments he was hemmed in by a score of bayonets. One soldier stepped forward and asked politely, 'Are you His Excellency?'" -John Toland
So I've finally moved into my new apartment. It's nice to get away from the drugs, the smoking, the violence, the vandalism, the theft, the misogyny, everything which characterized at least one of my erstwhile roommates so thoroughly. I've really just completely settled in today although I've been moved for a couple of weeks. This seems to be a general problem with my life. I feel like I'm perpetually starting. I feel like I'm only now just getting settled in to second semester, for example, when it's almost over. I felt the same way much closer to the end during first semester. Only it isn't as though there's all that much which I substantively failed to do because I felt like it's the beginning. I simply didn't fall in with an exact pattern of how I would manage my time. The tiniest variance, oddly enough, made me feel like the semester hadn't even really started yet.
This seems to be the larger pattern of my life. I have no real problems. I'm doing well in school. I'm smart. I'm decent looking, although I don't think I'm especially attractive. I have a good family to fall back on. I have a lot of friends. Still, for some reason, usually for no reason at all, things perpetually feel like they're falling apart. It's like my only problem is that I always feel like there's a problem. I guess one good example might be my sleeping. I worry so much about not being able to sleep that it keeps me up. I'm not sure if I'm making this clear enough but I don't know any other ways to say it.
So I've finally moved into my new apartment. It's nice to get away from the drugs, the smoking, the violence, the vandalism, the theft, the misogyny, everything which characterized at least one of my erstwhile roommates so thoroughly. I've really just completely settled in today although I've been moved for a couple of weeks. This seems to be a general problem with my life. I feel like I'm perpetually starting. I feel like I'm only now just getting settled in to second semester, for example, when it's almost over. I felt the same way much closer to the end during first semester. Only it isn't as though there's all that much which I substantively failed to do because I felt like it's the beginning. I simply didn't fall in with an exact pattern of how I would manage my time. The tiniest variance, oddly enough, made me feel like the semester hadn't even really started yet.
This seems to be the larger pattern of my life. I have no real problems. I'm doing well in school. I'm smart. I'm decent looking, although I don't think I'm especially attractive. I have a good family to fall back on. I have a lot of friends. Still, for some reason, usually for no reason at all, things perpetually feel like they're falling apart. It's like my only problem is that I always feel like there's a problem. I guess one good example might be my sleeping. I worry so much about not being able to sleep that it keeps me up. I'm not sure if I'm making this clear enough but I don't know any other ways to say it.